Novel & Cerita The Millionaire Next Door Book

I wanted to know, but I didn’t want to know. I pulled out the phone and called him; he answered on the second ring. “Yes, princess?” “Before I open that folder. Answer this question. Are you a millionaire or billionaire?” “Why? Do you need a large amount of money?” he asked “No. If I open that folder and see anything like that, then you don’t need to come here tomorrow. I can and will give you a chance if you’re a normal person, Zane. People with wealth. I stay away from them. Because they are all liars, deceitful, unforgiving, and ruthless people.” He was silent.

Yes, Simone's shoe budget is bigger, but she's also right there with us shopping at the same thrift store we always have. There are times I honestly forget most of them are worth more than the gross national product of small countries. Can you be a mega billionaire? Because with Finn's latest game sale, I'm sure he and Aspen will be pushed into the new category. "I'm not putting words in your mouth. I'm seeing what you say. I'm thirty years old. I live in Maine in a one-bedroom apartment and I work a job that can be dangerous. I get I'm not what you're looking for in a partner. I just wish you were honest and up front first."

This place isn’t protecting the outside world from him, instead, it’s protecting him from the outside world. His bed’s got extra pillows, there’s a sleek set of headphones on the table, and there’s even a small stack of books that look like they belong in a CEO’s library, not a prison cell. I frowned as I flipped the pages of the book. The title says, “How To Be A Millionaire”. I didn’t know he was such a nerd for life changing books. Is this how he got everything he has in the prison? I bet half of this stuff he stole from the other inmates.

he asked out loud. Meghan looked up from her computer with a knowing glance. Zach could feel a five minute explanation coming on. “You have to remember that a lot of women are reading these stories for escapism. It’s nice to feel that a hunky millionaire can come and sweep an ordinary woman off her feet and introduce her to a better life with money.” That was surprisingly succinct coming from her. Previous explanations from her had been over dramatic and long. “I think I can understand that feeling,” he agreed. “No one is really reading these stories for realism.”

They also did not expect Marianne to refuse his offer directly From their point of view, this was one million dollars without any cost involved. Anyone would have to think about it if they could earn one million dollars for nothing, right? She had come to view a property and then spent ten minutes paying the booking fee to be able to earn a million dollars directly. This kind of thing was simply akin to having something fall into one’s lap directly. However, not to mention one million dollars, but even if two zeroes were added to the end, Marianne was unlikely to be interested.

I squint my eyes, “How big is a lot?” “Trripleee.” She sings and I jerk upright so hard my laptop nearly flies off the bed, “What?! Triple? My cut would be almost—” “Close to a million,” she finishes the sentence, twirling at the screen, “The year has just barely started and you are already on the path to becoming a millionaire. So darling, breathe. And for God’s sake, enjoy the vacation. I did not pay fifty thousand dollars on one of the most expensive hotels in the country for you to waste.”

Rather than accept, the man narrows his eyes, and I know he’s one of those rich entitled assholes who thinks he’s supposed to have anything in the world. “$100,000” he says smugly, and everyone gasps. A few years ago, I would have gasped too. Now, I only narrow my eyes back. That's the problem with having such an open invite, I wasn't able to sift out the prideful millionaires. “Sir, I said-” A deep voice rises at the back, “I’ll give you 1 million for it.” The hairs on the back of my neck rise. I know that voice, more than I know my own soul.

Suzie, Trina, and I all opted for the pedicures first. “Do you live like this all the time?” Suzie asked, looking around. “No,” I giggled. “I get my nails and toes done once a month, but I’m not hanging out in a spa weekly, and I’m definitely not jetting away to a private island every weekend.” “But your family does have a lot of money, right?” Trina queried. “Yes, they are millionaires,” I advised. “Zander’s brother and grandfather are billionaires. His grandfather, Carrington, is in the top 10 richest people in the USA.”

Bloody hell, she knew nothing about me or my life. Screw my manners, the old lady was crossing the line. “Shut up. Don’t you dare say another word about me. You know nothing about me. Besides I believe you are mistaking yourself from me. We all know very much who’s greedy for money. As for me, I don’t need anyone else’s money I am myself a millionaire and my family is one of the 5 richest families of the country.”

We talked for a long time after that, the kind of conversation that felt grown-up but still had that nervous, excited high school energy underneath. “I don’t need anything fancy,” Eli said. “Just a place that’s ours. Somewhere we can come home, shut the door, and not worry about anybody else’s rules or drama. Maybe a small apartment near the community center so you can walk there. I could take the bus to campus or drive your truck when I need to.” I nodded. “Rent around here for a decent one-bedroom is like seven-fifty to nine hundred. Plus utilities. Groceries. Gas. We could split everything fifty-fifty. I don’t want you feeling like you’re living off me.”